1/31/2013

- On the defenestration of Good Music

In this current generation’s culture there is nothing that
we love more than our music.It is the
part of the American exceptionalism that we, our individual selves and nobody
else, be able to listen to what ever we deem pleasing.And we are glutted with genre upon genre with
their thin lines that make them distinct; all of them cater to a specific man
and his demographic.Sometimes it is
marketed to the populus at large and sometimes to a group of maybe three guys
who remain die hard fans of a band that nobody has heard of or cares to hear
of.Along with this and the advent of
relativity there has grown out of the confusion a greenhouse for everybody and
their opinion on music.Not everybody
cares what their friends think of a movie or tv show, but many people will get
furious when their favorite band is accused of being an offense to the
ears.This is hardly seen when people
talk of movies, because deep down they really know that film, as a medium of
art, does not merit the discussion that a book might; too many pictures.That is the reason why we attended movies in
the first place; the same reason why we go to a magic show.To be wowed visually.It does not make demands of our intellect or
our learning.Dim people can keep up
with movies, but the tome which demands translation takes more effort than they
are willing to give.Music, on the other
hand, is venerated as the single most beautiful enterprise and man can devote
himself to.

And I am not to be considered as removed from this product
of the times.I grew up in a musical
family where choices were many and dials always turned up to eleven.My elder siblings were true 90’s kids and I
was a mere child who only reacted to a catchy tune.Since then I have learned a few musical
instruments and have developed a philosophy of music and what should be heard
by all.I have my bands lined up in a
row and am ready to talk to anybody who inquires of them.I am the very thing I despise.

This essay is not about the popular music and how it is
going to tear apart the moral fabric of society and laugh in the face of
Mozart.That should have been easy to
see coming.Rather, I am writing of
those people who complain that this is what our music has come to.They have other criterion: 1) Popular hipster
extensive knowledge of all obscure bands, 2) Sharp arguments for why one genre
shall not be confused with another, 3) Flippancy towards your ideas on music,
4) a glorified sense of their own credibility and authority on music, because
they listen to a lot of bands.Suddenly,
we have a surplus of “experts” on music parading around their knowledge as
often as they can.Never have they
considered to leave this to actual experts.

Of course, it had not always been this way.There used to be clear class distinction in
musical genre.Classical music was
agreed by all as best and all other genres had to compete to sit at classical’s
right hand and judge the rest.But in
our prosperity and enhanced distribution everyone feeds their passions telling
themselves that their taste is correct.If you get into an argument with any of these people they will quickly
start suggesting that musical taste is relative.As though Rachmaninov’s concertos had no more
claim to beauty than Charles Manson’s secret recordings.Recently I had recently a friend tell me that
some of Manson’s songs were pretty good.This saddened me deeply.How is
it that we have come to this?Everybody
wants to think in their own mind that their musical taste is good and should be
respected.Nobody should mock them, for
if they did a grim realization might descend on their heads declaring them a
fool, for ever having pursued punk music.Everybody wants to be “intelligent” and have equal say in the
conversation.They preach relativity and
then assault another’s musical taste for not being their own.But I am not here to bash on people’s
taste.I want to shine light on our
inner workings when we claim a band is good.Are we really being honest with ourselves?

What makes music loved and defended is not about it’s
quality anymore.It is all about how
good the advertising is (pop music, with which I have no beef), or how
charismatic the leader is.People didn’t
listen to punk music for any edification of sensual pleasure, but for an anthem
of their ideals and loves such as disestablishment and anarchy.Suddenly, I have people attempting dignified
conversation about punk music before my very eyes.Metalheads have begun to spawn actual college
grads who claim absurdly that Metal is the logical extension of classical
music.They say this with sweet savor
because the bands suggest that their songs are movements and should listened to
as a whole.Mistaken, they believe that
if you have a series of crap then it is turned into gold.The squeedly and meedly guitar remain a
cancer in the ear and even for all it’s talent should never be taken seriously.

Mere contradiction satisfies these people.They can present themselves as authorities by
despising the popularly loved.Recently
I had a man laugh in my face for believing Led Zeppelin to be a good rock
band.Immediately, he had the entire
room in agreement with him that I was living in a fanciful naïve world.Professional movie critics will do the same
when they give a box office hit two thumbs down; not to argue that their
opinion is inherently wrong for this, but they do it for reasons other than
truth.Respect and credibility motivate
these men and they will sell out any philosophical dignity just to taste sweet
agreement with them.The flippancy is
hardest to deal with since again it is what convinces people that they are
wrong.

The extensive knowledge which can be found on any wiki
article is also revered by all and is a tool to gain the following.The bands which must be searched for by a
professional detective are gold mines for these power hungry peasants.They are peasants wishing you would think
them kings.They want to have that
ultimate wisdom and counsel and for you to know they have it.As they peruse the obscure they miss the
actual great music.When someone
presents to them an actual quality piece they become indignant of your
suggestion and wish you would stop telling them how ugly they are.Reality will occasionally catch up with these
people and it damages them and their ego so acutely that they must return to
home base and listen to their whole library to remember why they love
themselves so much.

What ends up happening is a very uninspired and undignified
conversation.And the generational
articles of the dunce have not helped any sort truth to break through.“Uh, well like that is only your
opinion.Leonard Cohen is great!”They have no sense of themselves and
especially no concrete definitions to accompany their argument.They rely on popular vote.As I mentioned before I usually end up
“loosing” the debate since there is power in numbers and in chronological
snobbery.I am labeled the fool who is
too young to even begin to understand his world and himself.Well, certainly I have not arrived at their
position in life, which is such a bloated and glutted ego ready to burst in a
fury of pride and self approval.There
is no hope in convincing them they have not a single clue in the things of
art.As long as they love themselves
they will never admit that they were too hasty.

Perhaps, you and I both should hold ourselves to a higher
standard . . . .

On thing about why this article is so poor: Constantly belittling the people you disagree with is annoying, seems very desperate, and really just makes you look like a douchebag. I have to slog through personal insult after personal insult just to try to understand what you're really saying. Don't write articles that you want to be taken seriously when you're upset. It doesn't work.

For example, I deleted a bunch of my comments because I wrote them in haste when mad. It just ends up being immature, distracts from the point and power of your arguments, etc.

Gee, thanks? I appreciate the concern, but I don't edit my work unless I am turning it in for school. I only construct a hard thesis when I think people are going to be reading the blog. Consequently, I am flattered that you read the whole thing and found it at all. Otherwise, I insult people because I functions very well as a rhetorical device. If I can get a laugh I can get a point.

Also, I don't demand to be taken seriously. I write this stuff for my close friends who will get a chuckle from my name calling. BUT, for you, since you have found my blog and given me the time of day, I might just do a rewrite of this blog and post it. So check back and let me know what you think.